The wizard stood there
Mother was cooking rabbit stew in the big black pot over the chimney fire. She didn’t even look up when the door fell in.
The wizard stood there for a minute, and I sneaked a little closer so I could see better. He was frowning, and I got the impression he wasn’t used to being ignored. Mother kept stirring. Mother finally turned around. I took one look at her face and backed up a couple of steps. She looked at the wizard for a minute and started to smile. Nothing, Antorell? Are you sure?
